The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

A five-minute walk from our scaled mansion.

Until recently, the property, which had not been maintained at all, was reborn as a stunning 'Imperial School of Magic (Temporary)' with a magnificent before-after at the hands of a legion of maids with the castle of Beolant. I don't know what that means.

A week ago, when me and Mr. Bozler, then your brother and Mercia-kun went down for a look, they said, "Are you okay with all this ruin...?" It was a blue one, "but that's top notch maids. You did a good job. This would be fine, no problem.

And that's why it's my classroom that I rowed into safely opening school...

"Yes, then I'd like to ask you all first what sorcerer you want to be!

In a classroom the size there is me sitting on a front set table and Mr. Bozzler standing beside me. And on the four desks lined up face to face, your brother, Mercia, Vicuña and Listaletto are seated.

... I was afraid that maybe Bishop Crucea or His Majesty Emperor Verhazard wouldn't push me into the classroom, but they just didn't seem to be that free either.

The question I asked the four of you, 'What sorcerer do you want to be?' has an important intention.

It's Zubali, knowing their motivation!

Setting out the goal of what you want to end up with is an essential element of growth, and without it, it becomes a reckless class that just carries out the task in front of you.

Conversely, as long as you can clearly imagine what you want to be, you should be able to make every effort to move towards your goals without frustration as much as you did in class.

... and in case you have a child setting goals that you wanted too high, or vice versa, you also need to deal with them early.

That's why I gave everyone about five minutes to think about it, and then I asked them to announce it one by one in turn.

"Okay, so we're going from the left, right? First, Logna, please stand and announce."

"Yes."

Only to make a public/private distinction during class, me and your brother had decided to deal with each other in the position of teacher and student, not brother and brother. I mean, I'm just following you because your brother told me to.

Your brother started making the announcement in a tiny voice just a little more than usual, either because of nervousness or a little twitch.

"... at the very least, I want to get the power to protect our family and everyone in the village... To do so, the goal is to become a magician who can fight properly. …"

My brother, who felt unfamiliar with the salutation, had a clumsy tone, but still the thought had been conveyed enough.

... You don't like things like that night anymore.

But when it comes to gaining enough combat ability to come into action, isn't that why you need as much strength as Mr. Bozler? As for the dreams a six-year-old has, the hurdles seem pretty high.

... Well, if I develop and give you a magic guide, it's enough... then I'm sure your brother won't be convinced, will he?

It should never happen that your brother actually fights, but it's still a pleasure for me to have him wear the art of self-defense. I'll give you my full support, brother.

"Yes, thank you. That's a full goal. Next, Mercia."

"Yes!

Standing up with a slightly rubbed voice, Mercia spoke out loud even though she was overtly nervous.

"I, too, want the power to fight so that I can protect those close to me... so that I don't have to feel sad! Um, but me, I'm weak, so no knights or anything... if you're a magician, maybe... so, uh, good luck!

Somehow, it's just a good announcement that you feel desperate to convey. Mr. Bozler, who was listening to it beside me, has also nodded again and again with a calm look as he kind of felt.... you're like a parent watching your first use.

"Yes, it is. Let's stick together! Next time, Vicuña."

Vicuña is even an imperial family, so at first I called her like... Vicuña's own wishes led me to treat her like any other child.

As she nodded to Eagle Deep Fried (Good Morning), she spoke loosely in a sitting position with her arms and legs together.... Yeah, shall we at least stand?

"Kukukuk...... Nobles Obriege, a mission associated with nobility. And the rich shall deliver the poor, and they shall be front-line in their affair. But it's not a duty, it's a mission… it's not something to be forced upon, it's the spirituality that stands up with joy that is the condition that nobility needs"

Vicuña gracefully sipped the tea she brought into the classroom on her own before

"The range of powers and responsibilities is always proportionate. Only then will I be born in this world, drawing great blood, and I will have to deliver many people with the right strength. For that matter, it's not stingy to beg others to teach. All I seek is the power to restore and preserve the peace of all the people who live in the Verision Empire."

... Oh, that? Is this kid surprisingly serious? No, it's rude to say unexpected...

Is this imperialism of the Empire? Ten years old. I don't think it's a good place for those girls to be getting there...

Maybe she's the most ambitious of these four. However, I personally don't think it's possible for me or the Mages to protect all the Emperor Nationals...

But if you have so high a goal and motivation, depending on her class attitude and talent, you could eventually be in the Magic Instructor class.

But first, would you like to hear how she wants to contribute to the war and let her take classes that specialize in it? At least, I don't want you to be a combat specialist like me.

"Yeah, thanks a lot. That's a great mindset. Finally, then, Listalette."

Listalette, prompted by me, builds up momentum just waiting.

By the way, she kept staring at my face until she was nominated for me, not while the other kids were announcing ~ ~.... Wow, is there something on my face...?

Listalette embarks on her desk shaking her bright-haired brown hair and begins her announcement very cheerfully.

"I want to be a magician!!

"............ yeah?

No, you know that, don't you? It's a big premise to go to this classroom, right?

I guess I got a subtle look on my face, and she said, "Shit!" When you look like that, you panic and wave your hand in a boom.

"Oh, I made a mistake! No, I'm not wrong! I want to be a magician recognized as a magician!!

"... yeah?

Oh, I don't know, do I? Recognized as a magician......? To whom?

When I tilt my little neck with an ambiguous smile, Listalette said, "Aww...!," he said, reddening his cheeks,

"Uh, uh...! I want to be the kind of sorcerer that His Majesty Verhazzard would recognize as a sorcerer...... so! That's it!

Oh, oh, I see. To Your Majesty. If Your Majesty admits it, you can be a baron.

Do you want to be a nobleman, like I was once? I can't say much either because I don't know a bit about what they will certify as a magician with...

Or Listalette, are you a little sloppy? Or are you nervous and scattered about what you need to talk about?

Could this be why Bishop Crucea didn't let you talk to Listaletto?

No, but this much I don't care at all... hmm...

I said to Listalette, "Yes, thank you. Let's be a full mage," she smiled, smiling with a very happy, swinging smile for some reason.... Could this kid be a fanatic (Bashhar)?

Well, whatever it is, now we can get a handle on the general goals and guidelines of the four of us.

While I make sure Mr. Bozler leaves me a note with Slurpee next door,

"Yes, thank you all. Classes may be plentiful, but keep up the good work!

In my words, four of my students said, "Yes!" He replied with a full voice. Wow, they're all cute!

Well... you can finish the first class with an introduction or something, but because of this, I want to make it some kind of fruitful first class.

So!

"Well then, just now, but here's one, let's all recreate!

In my words, the four of them blink and blink.

No matter how they reacted like that, I decided to wink with patchouli, with one finger up.

"Name it, Process Tracking Cooking!